by Garrett W. Vance | Dec 21, 2011 |
Gonzalo Xoan de Alcantara rode slowly through the peculiar landscape, unlike anything he had seen in the Old World or the New. He and his very unhappy horse were trying to work their way onto higher ground, low hills glimpsed beyond the tangled growth. They were...
by David Dove | Dec 21, 2011 |
Jack Dauderman watched as Andy Blacklock slowly led the mixed group of prison guards, Cherokee, and nineteenth-century federal soldiers into position. They were preparing to assault the prison which had been taken over by that nutcase, Adrian Luff. Jack remembered...
by Karen C. Evans | Dec 21, 2011 |
Have you ever had that craving, sometimes late at night, for teriyaki chicken and fried rice? Or maybe you enjoy a little sushi or a good pad Thai once in a while. All of these dishes are not reproducible without soy sauce. And what exactly is this dark and salty...
by Gorg Huff | Dec 21, 2011 |
“They want little steel balls?” “That’s what it says and these things . . . ” Johan said, pointing at the pamphlet. “What on earth for?” Wilhelm asked, without really looking at the pamphlet. “I’m not sure....
by Garrett W. Vance | Dec 21, 2011 |
Chapter Forty-Four: A Kiss And Some CoffeeCaptured French warship Effrayant, site of up-time Poste de Flacq, Mauritius The kiss ended delicately, its initial passion consumed and resolved into a lingering sweetness as their lips reluctantly broke contact. Pam blinked...
by Terry Howard | Dec 21, 2011 |
Karl looked out of the greenhouse at the back of his home and ran the numbers. They did not add up. The greenhouse was breaking even, but it was not making much of a profit if any at all. If it were flat instead of running up a steep hill, and if the owner cut out the...
by Kristine Kathryn Rusch | Dec 14, 2011 |
At the end of Worldcon last year, my friend Bill Trojan died. Most folks in the field had met him at one point or another. For years, he ran a large bookstore in the dealers' room at conventions—Escape While There's Still Time Books. He also chaired a...
by Amanda Forrest | Dec 11, 2011 |
In the still hush of morning, Howard the allegorical alchemist sat before his work table with magnifying spectacles perched on his nose. He held tweezers and a funnel, and one by one he plucked tiny balls of sunshine from a jar and placed them on a scale. When the...
by John Zeek | Dec 11, 2011 |
Johan Frey was enjoying the day. It had been a cold, wet week, but now the clouds had broken and it was a lovely fall day. He and Watchman Thomas Weiss were sitting outside the watch headquarters. Their main activity was waving greetings to the passing crowd....
